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34. The Sun Has Set

A lullabye (:

June 19, 2009- Olga Taratuta

Sleep tonight, my precious one
Dream when the sun has resided
Behind the tree tops
When your dozy lids close,
Dream of immaculate angels
With ivory eyelids and lips of a saint
Imagine the Earth as unison
Lambs patronizing the wolf
When the stars are born
And shimmer above your head
Sleep, my darling, shut your eyes
Everything is going to be all right
It may seem like your life is hectic
Your sanity obscure
Your nerves being gnawed on by a mob of
Sooty, vile mice
With teeth of a lioness
And serpent’s venom
It may seem like your troubles are beyond
What the Gods can comprehend
Like your brain is being heaved into a kindle
And singed till nothing is left of it but a pile
Of estranged, dirty ash
Just remember, my love,
The sun has set
May your troubles be forgotten
Just for one night
Let the moon murmur her lullaby
And kiss you on the cheek
Sleep, my angel, close your lids
Let your worries drift away with
The snug, soothing wind

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